The soccer federation president who hired Bradley last year resigned last weekend along with his board after they had already been dismissed by the prime minister in the aftermath of Wednesday’s rampage.

But Bradley, the former U.S. national team coach, is sure that he will lead Egypt into African Cup of Nations qualifying.

“I’m totally committed,” Bradley told broadcaster Al-Jazeera according to an e-mailed transcript. “When a tragedy like this occurs it’s important that people can come together and can be strong and in my role as coach of the national team I want to do whatever I can in my responsibilities to help with this process.”

The deadliest soccer stadium disaster since 1996 unfolded in the Mediterranean city of Port Said following Al-Masry’s league match against Cairo-based Al-Ahly, with fans crushed to death while others were fatally stabbed or suffocated in a stampede.

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